The following story is true. Most of the names have not been changed to protect the innocent (a few were changed, just to throw a would be acquaintance off the scent). This story is almost a completely straightforward, un-embellished retelling of events. This is my first submission, as well as my first attempt to write something that anyone would be interested in reading (besides checks, my creditors are very interested in those – lol).
I always thought they were crazy. I have friends in cover bands that would tell me how the girls throw themselves at the guys in the band in between sets, hoping to line up some action for the end of the night. My general response was "You are so full of shit". Apparently, there is some truth to it. I know about rock stars and how much action they get. I guess I never thought it would carry through to cover bands. It must have something to do with being in the limelight.
Anyhow, here I am, a drummer (let the jokes begin – what do you call a guy that hangs out with musicians – the drummer, etc) in a cover band formed just to play at a girl's dorm party at the request of Jody, a girl in the dorm. This dorm is actually one of a series of oversized houses on the college campus, instead of having one apartment-sized dorm as so many colleges do. So my friends and I decided what songs we would play a couple of weeks in advance and then quickly practiced them up. We met that day and ran through them all once, broke down and loaded the van and off we were to Jody's dorm.
I know most of the girls in the dorm because I hung out there a lot, mostly because Debbie, my former girlfriend of three and a half years went to college there. Since we broke up on pretty good terms, I didn't feel funny about being there, and as far as I could tell, Debbie was okay with it as well. We set up down in the basement where the party was to take place. Around 9pm, the girls worked their way down the stairs and started hanging out, eating party food, and drinking beer from the keg. I don't recall anyone getting hammered, although most everyone did lean into the beer pretty hard.
We started playing around 11pm and ran two sets about a half hour each. In between sets, I shot the shit with most of the girls there. Hillary (commonly referred to as Hills, the obvious play on the name, as well as a reference to her rather significant chest) and I casually spoke of plans for the summer, and other light chitchat. The girls danced through all of the songs, which made me feel good about the selections we had made.
We ended up playing "Beastie Boys – Fight For Your Right to Party". It is a song that neither the guy that sang for us or myself really cared for, but Jody did ask if we could play it (BTW, a third grader just handed a guitar for the first time could probably work their way through – and lyrically it holds similar interest, for those of you not familiar with the song). For something different, Tim, our lead singer chose to replace the lyrics with the Hokey Pokey – they fit perfectly. You gotta fight, for your right, to HOOO-key!
During this song, Tim invited Hills to dance / demonstrate the song. When he got to the "shake it all about" portion of the right arm lyrics, he grabbed Hillary by the shoulders and shook her left and right so her tits bobbled around. Everyone laughed as she leaped away.
After our second set was over, Hills offered to help me break down my drum set and carry it out to the van. When we were done, almost out of nowhere, we ended up having a little make-out session in it. I must say that she is a fine kisser, but I would be lying if I said that anything else happened that night.
A few months later, Tim, a friend of his, and myself ended up renting a house together. Of course we had to have a house warming party. We invited just about everyone we could think of. There were only two requirements to attend the party. If you drove, you had to leave your keys at the door, so your ability to drive could be assessed prior to departure. The other was that you had to bring a condom. We also suggested bringing sleepwear and a pillow, because the plan was that everyone was to get sauced. For the party, we put the band back together. This would be our final performance (what a run we had).
This night, Hillary made her presence and intentions much clearer. Even a dullard like myself could pick up on the signals. After our second set, I did have to blow her off a little because I had to play hostess. While on door guard duty, we did manage to sneak away for a little while for another make-out session in my car. This time, we did spend enough time to steam up the windows and, more importantly, I got my chance to run my hands all over her well-endowed chest.
Did you ever notice how redheads can either be kind of plain-Jane looking, or they can be drop-dead gorgeous? Hills is a traffic stopper for sure. She stands about five foot four, 120 pounds (Hillary – if you ever read this, forgive me if I guessed high), beautiful shoulder length dark red hair, lightly freckled skin, a perfectly shaped ass that you can eat off of, and an absolutely stunning set of boobs. We used to joke that if she wore a shirt with her name on it, it would look like - hi(L)(R)y. If you are familiar with Internet model Ashley Robbins, we are talking about a body something like that. Okay, she has big tits. I think I have driven the point home.
Hills also had a bit of a reputation around campus for being easy. On one hand, I always felt that was kind of mean. If guys sleep around, they get high fives. If girls do it, they are sluts. I never really cared for this attitude. On the other hand, I am a guy. Just like every other guy, when a hot girl is identified as easy, you want to get to know her better.
Once my turn at the door was over, and we came back inside (what a fine job I did), we pretty much went straight upstairs to my bedroom. On the way, we could hear some activity from the room next to mine. I knew neither of my roommates was in it, so I can only guess who or how many occupied it.
As soon as we got into my room, we started stripping each other. I finally got my first chance to see her beautiful set of tits. They were not saggy at all, and had light pink nipples the size of silver dollars. I couldn't help myself. I had to have them right away. Once I re-swallowed my heart, I started nursing on them. I never took my mouth off of them while I undid her pants and slid them off. Once her panties came off, I could see her perfect little pussy. Her red hair was trimmed nicely into a small triangle. I always fantasized about going down on a redhead and now it was about to happen.
